Unfinished

Everytime
we reacquaint
I find myself
reaching to extend
the time.
You don't have to leave for food
I'll fix you something,
give you mine.
Sleepy?
Take a nap here,
I'll even watch you sleep,
but please don't leave.
Because half
a decade is too long,
and a few hrs,
too short.
My heart toward you,
is now a desert
in a sandstorm.
Will it settle again?